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Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Out of Character (OOC) Thread
« Last post by DerynifanK on September 11, 2018, 10:57:00 am »
   It would  certainly  attract attention conducting  a betrothal  ceremony  for Darcy and Robert, ha ha. I loved that scene Jerusha. That betrothal story will certainly become family lore, told and retold. Had to make them angry to get the declarations  of the love they feel for each other, Thoroughly  enjoyed it, Columcil makes a great referee.
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Ghosts of the Past
« Last post by Jerusha on September 11, 2018, 10:45:08 am »
*Again, thanks to revanne for Columcil's true words and to Evie for keeping!*

“Lord Darcy,” the priest said when he reached the well. “A private word wi' ye, if I might.”

Darcy Cameron studied the priest's face for a moment; whatever Father Columcil's inner thoughts were, he was hiding them well.  He nodded to Robert, who looked puzzled as he arrived at the well.  What could the good Father have to tell that Robert should not hear?

"Perhaps we should go over by the stable," Darcy said. 

"I'll wait here, Lord Darcy," Robert said quietly.

When they reached the stable, Darcy wasted no time with preambles.  "What has happened?"

Father Columcil took a moment to order the news and instructions relayed by Archbishop McLain.  "Dowager Duchess Richenda just missed finding Sir Washburn when she portaled to the old Michaeline ruins south of Droghera."

"Bloody hell," Darcy said.  "How?"

Columcil explained what had happened in the ruins.  Darcy listened closely, committing every detail to memory.

"You'll have to explain Portals to me at some later time, but I think I get the general idea."  He looked thoughtful.  "Are we to proceed to the ruins?  I admit, I'd like to see them for myself, see if we can find anything useful."

"His Grace didn'a state tha'" Columcil said.  He realized he probably should have asked, but the ruins had been overshadowed by the next information his grandfather had relayed.  Columcil watched Darcy closely.  "There was more news; Lady Aliset had gone missing."

Columcil was accustomed to Darcy's normal pale complexion; he was not prepared for the young man's face to fade to a deathly white.

"Sweet Jesu," Darcy said.  "I have to go back."

Columcil shook his head.  "The king commands us to continue for'ard; you're no' to return ta Rhemuth."

"I will return to Rhemuth," Darcy declared, his face set, his defiance returning his face to a more normal colour.  "You and Robert can continue on, and I'll find you once I know Aliset is safe."  Darcy turned as if to enter the stable for his horse.  "I've faced the king's judgement before for Aliset, and I am willing to do it again."

Columcil laid a restraining hand on the younger man's shoulder.  He could feel the tension there.  "Aliset is safe," he said.

"How can you know that if she is missing?" 

"Squire Robert showed up in th' king's Council Chamber just after noon."  Columcil waited, knowing it would not take Darcy long to figure it out.  It didn't.

"She shifted into Robert, didn't she?"  He didn't wait for Columcil to answer.  "That's what was bothering me, but I set it aside."  He looked up at Columcil.  "She knew the name of your horse, and there was no way Robert would have known.  He only met you for the first time as we left Rhemuth, and you never mentioned Spean by name."  His face darkened as dismay turned to anger.  "How could she endanger herself this way?"

"We'll ask her," Columcil replied with a calm he did not feel.  "Mebbe it's best that I do the asking, rather than ye say words that ye can'ne aye tek back." Darcy said nothing and strode toward the well; Columcil hastened after him.

Aliset saw them coming, and could see by the angry look on Lord Darcy's face that the truth was known.   Aliset squared her shoulders; she did not regret the decision she had made and would stand behind it.

"Lady Aliset," Father Columcil began, "We have...."

Darcy cut him off.  "What in the nine circles of Hell were you thinking, woman?"  he said angrily, standing with balled fists on his hips and sounding dangerous.

"Easy, lad" Columcil admonished.  "And keep yer voice doon," he added firmly.

Aliset's brown eyes flashed and she looked at him squarely, although the ice blue eyes she faced looked as stormy as his northern seas.  "I was thinking," she said coldly, "that you needed my help, magical help only I can provide."

"I've managed without magic before," Darcy said hotly. 

"So, the time I spent training you was a waste?"  Aliset was becoming less calm. 

"Of course not!  But now I have the added duty to keep you safe on top of everything else.  You should have stayed in Rhemuth." Darcy was still angry but managed to drop his voice down a level or two.

"And I was safe there?"  Aliset asked. 

"That's because I wasn't there to...." He stopped and glared at her, unable to avoid the trap her words implied.

Aliset took a deep breath to calm herself.  "You did not object to my help when we travelled before, even after you knew I was a woman.  I held my own," she added, her voice firm.

"That was before I loved you!" Darcy snapped, and Columcil thought he heard a note of desperation in the voice.

"Then you know how I feel, you dolt!"  Aliset snapped back and stopped, startled at her own words.  They stared at each other.

"Peace," Columcil said, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.  "Breathe."

"I couldn't let you go against as skilled a Deryni as Valerian with so little knowledge," Aliset began, visibly making an effort to collect herself and trying to interject reason into the discussion. 

"I'm not going against Valerian," Darcy said, sounding a little calmer.  "I'm to find the fortress.  I'm still not sure what we are to do then; I wish I was."

"Exactly my point; you don't know, and anything could happen.  Look at all the harm he has caused so far."

Darcy sat down on the step he had vacated not that long before.  "Oswald had a part in all this too, as I'm sure you remember.  But he is allied with Valerian."  Darcy nudged a stone with the tip of his boot and looked up at Columcil.  "I'm forbidden to take Lady Aliset back to Rhemuth, that is what you really meant earlier, isn't it?'

"Aye, it is," Columcil admitted.

Darcy sighed and looked at Aliset.  "First I had to bring Washburn's horse; now I have to bring you."  He saw Aliset's eyes flash.  "Beg pardon," he added quickly, "I mean no offense.  But could this mission be made more complicated?"

"Aye, it could," Father Columcil said.

"I'd like to bloody well know how," Darcy said grimly.

"The two on ye are ta be betrothed," Columcil said.  Darcy's jaw dropped and Aliset gasped.  "The queen and the senior ladies of her court are concerned that Lady Aliset's reputation is now tarnished beyond repair."

"Now hold on a minute," Darcy interrupted, immediately protective, as Aliset snapped, “What bloody business is it of theirs?”

Columcil raised a hand to stop them.  "’Tis very much their business, I’m afraid, my Lady; you seem to have forgotten that you are now the king’s ward.  Archbishop Duncan suggested that your betrothal was the only option, unless a'course, Lady Aliset, you would prefer the veil."  In truth, his grandfather hadn't mentioned that, but it had occurred to Columcil.

Aliset stole a quick glance at Darcy and shook her head immediately.  "No, Father, I would not."

"King Kelson agreed to the betrothal.  He'd read Darcy's letter wi' 'im stating his intention to put his suit forward for yer hand in marriage when he returned."

Darcy blushed as Aliset stared at him.  "I wanted to make sure I had a chance for it," he said.  "Father Columcil," Darcy said firmly, "God knows I am willing, but I will not agree to a marriage Lady Aliset  does not desire of her own free will."

Aliset hesitated; she had not prepared for this eventuality.  She had been worried that King Kelson would select a husband for her that she barely knew.   Someone years older who would expect a meek, compliant wife.  Someone content to raise children and stay in the background of her husband's life.  She knew now that would be very difficult for her.  She looked at Darcy, who had risen from the step and was regarding her with concern.  At least she knew this man loved her, deeply, and she did care for him, more than she had believed.

"I…well…um…Yes, damn it!”  She looked apologetically at Columcil.  “Sorry, Father, I meant I am willing also.”

Columcil nodded.  "I aye believe it be for the best.  Mebbes though" he said, looking back toward the abbey church, "this'll no be the best place for it.  I'm thinking the both of ye'ud prefer fer Lady Aliset ta resume her true form;  I know I'd be more comfortable an she does."

Darcy managed a smile.  "That would be a bit awkward otherwise, now wouldn't it?  And we really should be away and heading north."

"What about the small church with the square tower we stopped at after Droghera?"  Aliset suggested.

"Oh, aye, I remember that place," Columcil said.  "I doubt I'll ever forget it."

"I don't think any of us will forget it, and it's just about where we should be stopping for the night."  Darcy looked at the priest and the squire.  "We're agreed?"

Within a short time they were riding through the gates of Arx Fidei and heading north.
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Out of Character (OOC) Thread
« Last post by Evie on September 11, 2018, 09:18:44 am »
Nice scene, Laurna, and LOL at Brendan's reaction to "gaining" Jaxom in his party!   ;D
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Out of Character (OOC) Thread
« Last post by Jerusha on September 11, 2018, 05:58:26 am »
A very nice furtherance of the plot.  Loved it!
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Out of Character (OOC) Thread
« Last post by revanne on September 11, 2018, 03:11:02 am »
Stunning writing again Laurna.
Semi Free-Form Deryni Gaming / Re: Ghosts of the Past
« Last post by Laurna on September 11, 2018, 01:11:58 am »
Earl Brendan cursed the enemy. Fully understanding, Prince Javan finished forwarding his latest Rapport from his father. For Brendan, part of the news was dire. A spy had reported just an hour ago that the whereabouts of the youngest Morgan had been uncovered; somewhere in the mountainous high country of Meara, deep in the dungeon keep of the Pretender Queen. Also in the keep was the youngest son of the late Grand Duke Teymuraz, the self claimed Grand Duke Valerian Phourstanos -Furstan. Javan almost did not pass on the most confidential portion of this information. “The youngest son of Alaric has been changed. His memories are subverted. It is reported that he hates his family.” The pain on Brendan’s face hurt Javan’s heart. “Brendan, my father has told me to withhold this from you. He decided it would be best if you were not the one to go after your brother. Your position between Prince Albin and I is assured. I will send others to seek Washburn and to bait him out if we can.”

“Your Highness, you know I have to go. For my love of my mother, for Kelric, and for Washburn, I have to do this.”

“Do you? Are you sure? His Majesty insisted that I refuse to let you go. Just short of making it an order, that is. Lord Brendan, You and the king are really close, We are brothers by marriage. You know right well and trust the instincts of my father. You might not heed my orders if I hold you back, but I think you will do as your father's best friend asks of you.”

Brendan was stunned for a momement, then he stammered. “My King, nay my friend, asked me to find my brother, your brother by marriage, just yesterday! Just this little bad news and you expect me to sit back; let other’s handle this? What is the fear? That my youngest brother has turned against me, that I would not have the wherewithal to overcome him?” He stopped his pacing and stared at the royal prince for a hard moment. “At least I am motivated to not outright kill him, as others who have been sent out to find him might do. I presume this spy has orders to kill Wash, if it comes to the survival of the Duke of Corwyn vs the Corwyn Spare. Don’t look so shocked. Yes, we always called him the Spare, but it was in jest. Wash knew that, he never resented it. I can not believe an assassin could manipulate that jest into a vengeful abhorrence.”

It was Javan’s turn to bite his lip, not wanting to fully repeat what the spy had said about Washburn’s mind. “You have it right, the spy is under that order. The sons of Teymuraz are in no way to ever have influence over Corwyn. The survival of Gwynedd relies on our southeastern duchy. Kelson has already requested of Kelric to renounce Washburn from the line of succession.”

“What!” the earl of Marley came closer to Javan. “He won’t do that! There is no proof of treason in anything Washburn has done.”

“Not as yet. The renunciation is meant to reduce any chance of a future betrayal. Look, Brendan, we are talking here, just you and I, no one else knows of this. If I force you to stay with the army, you will stay? You will get to Kelric’s side that much faster.”

Brendan chewed his lip, turned and paced the small wooded area beside where the army had chosen to rest for an hour before finishing their march to Cuilteine. The army had moved much faster than anticipated, with only one eight hour break in the last twenty-four hours. All the men seemed anxious to get into Meara. There were no complaints thus far about the walking distance or the speed. The army was fit and that was something to be said for the Kelsonian training centers.  Training centers to which Sir Washburn had been a leading member.

“If Kelric renounces, Wash, our young brother is lost to us. He will have lost his value as ransom. The Mearan resistance will either subvert him to act under their banner, or they will kill him outright. All efforts of rescue will be pointless.” Brendan had hit on it, that is why the king had put a halted to his search. “No, I know Kelric better than that. He won’t do it. Not without cause. I am going north on the Cuitreine road. I am going to find my brother and I am going to bring him home. We will work out his memory problems after he’s back in Rhemuth.”

The royal prince of the realm studied the earl for a long minute. In the background his guards were getting anxious about this long solitary conversation. “That is what I told my father that you would say. That is why he left the ultimate decision in my hands. I won’t make an order you would be forced to disobey. That should not be on your conscience, too, not with all that you are going to need to deal with.” Javan pulled the wine skin off his belt, he took a long swig of the good quality wine. When it was half empty, he took a small blue veil out from his pouch. He poured the contents into the wine skin, capped it, and shook it well. Then he handed it across to his friend. “I think you know what I just put in here. If you do find Wash, and he is deranged, have him drink from this. Meresha may keep you from helping him, but it will keep him from harming you. The orders from my father are that I insist upon this much. If it comes to choosing between you or Washburn, you are the one who must survive.”

Brendan angrily took the skin from Javan’s hand. ”We will both survive! That is my vow!”

“A vow I will hold you too.” The prince began walking toward the guards and their horses beyond. “When we reach Cuilteine. I am sending Lord Jaxom north to assess the ruins where Lord Sextus holds guard on the portal. The ruins lie on lands bordering Trillshire. Jaxom knows the people and they respect him.” Unlike everyone on this march, Brendan could not help but think. Javan must have been thinking the same, for he gave a smile, the first one since his Rapport with his father. “Use Jaxom to help you find what you need. He is… well you know what he is… but at least he had some respect for your youngest brother. Those memories may not have been tampered with in Washburn, Jaxom may be the connection to finding the real Wash inside.”

Brendan shook his head and gave an irritated laugh. “So you found a legitimate means of freeing yourself of that pompous loot.”

“Why, yes, I believe I have!” Javan said, clapping the older man on the shoulder as they entered the company of the Haldane lancers.
General Information, Question, and/or Ideas / Re: Modern Day impact of Deryni
« Last post by revanne on September 10, 2018, 03:33:58 pm »
In some ways the Reformation Era was more backward and intolerant than the eras that preceded it. So it was the 16th and 17th centuries, not the middle ages, which saw the burning of large numbers of women as witches.(There is a fascinating though not strictly relevant line of research which suggests that the suspicion of wise women grew as the -strictly male-  professionalisation of knowledge developed) In England witchcraft itself was not a crime until 1536, prior to that one was prosecuted for the crime that was alleged to have been committed by means of witchcraft i.e. If someone was accused of killing someone else by witchcraft they were tried for murder not witchcraft.

I think the medieval church often gets blamed for atrocities the guilt for which rightly belongs to the early modern church - that would be true of the awful things you saw in South and Central America, Laurna. I'm not in any way seeking to justify them but to suggest that our view of the middle ages has been skewed by the view prevalent over the last few centuries that things must of necessity be getting better. The doctrine of progress whuch CS Lewis criticised as chronological snobbery.

Not sure if this rant belongs here -apologies if not. I think where it might be relevant is to suggest that modern Deryni would not necessarily be more ethical than their medieval predecessors.
General Information, Question, and/or Ideas / Re: Modern Day impact of Deryni
« Last post by Laurna on September 10, 2018, 11:43:18 am »
Nice Evie, that is good information.
Archbishop Duncan will go down in history as the founding Father of the Kelsonian Schola of Healing and Medicine.
General Information, Question, and/or Ideas / Re: Modern Day impact of Deryni
« Last post by Evie on September 10, 2018, 10:17:09 am »
So many things to comment on!

Medically - Europe went back hard at the end of the Middle Ages; as other posters have mentioned, contrary to propaganda the Medievals valued cleanliness highly. The various plagues such as the Black Death (which was wasn't even called that until centuries later) seems to have wiped out the cream of healers. Interestingly, this seems to have ended 'the age of miracles' - presumably most miracle workers died fighting the plague, with the result that the abilities could not be passed on, or where they were they weren't taught properly.

I'm probably about to go on a tangent here that might ought to go into a separate thread altogether--maybe one called "What Medieval Deryni Healers might logically have known" or something like that--but as you can probably tell from my previous posts on the topic, the subject of how so much ignorance managed to creep into the field of medicine by the Reformation period, when there are extant documents showing our medieval ancestors knew more than their 17th and early 18th Century descendants did in some aspects of the profession, has been a source of intrigued speculation to me for years.

But here are some quotes I happened upon last night from a book I am currently reading about medieval daily life (Everyday Life in Medieval Times, by Marjorie Rowling) that help to illustrate the knowledge gap.

One bit of knowledge that seems clearly to have been lost along the way was the importance of good hygiene in addition to good bedside manner. From Instruction for the Physician Himself we see this portrayal of an eleventh-century doctor, written by Constantinus Africanus, a teacher at the University at Salerno who was born in Carthage in the early eleventh century: "Let the physician have clean hands and well shapen nails, cleansed from all blackness and filth." The passage goes on to advise using comforting proverbs and good tales to make his patient laugh and 'induce a light heart to the sick man.'" Some other bits of advice from this book seem just as applicable today as when they were written. "Use three physicians still--first Dr. Quiet, next Dr. Merryman, and third Dr. Diet."  And also "If you would health and vigour keep, shun care and anger ere you sleep. All heavy fare and wine disdain / From noonday slumber too, refrain. Each day to walk awhile you should, for this will work you naught but good. These rules obey and you will find / Long life is yours and tranquil mind." Not a bad bit of holistic advice there, and that much at least probably managed to get passed down to later generations, but sadly the handwashing and nail cleaning did not make the list of things that got passed down to later centuries of medical practitioners.

From a 1271 statute by the medical faculty of Paris, at a time when there was still a divide between the practices of surgery and medicine, and jealously guarded secrets within each branch (which, IMO, unfortunately helped lead to the future loss of knowledge when those who know the trade secrets were lost during the later epidemics): "Since certain manual operators do not know how to administer medicines or the relation which medicines have to disease, since those matters are reserved exclusively to the industry of the skilled physician...we strictly prohibit that any male or female surgeon, apothecary, or herbalist presume to exceed the limits of their craft, so that the surgeon engage only in manual practice, the apothecary or herbalist only in mixing drugs which are to be administered only by masters in medicine or by their license."   What fascinates me about this is the mention of female surgeons. We know that in the 1200s, the University at Salerno still permitted women to be physicians (and it would seem from this passage, there were also female surgeons), which makes sense because even in that more gender segregated time period, they recognized the need for female doctors for female patients. Yet in later centuries this would become a profession that women were barred from until the late 1800s, IIRC.  Women were still permitted to be midwives by the early 1800s, but they weren't going to medical schools.

Contrary to popular belief, the Church did not make dissection entirely illegal in the Middle Ages, although they did restrict the practice to a limited number of allowed dissections a year. Since the number of people allowed to view each dissection was also limited, and a student who had seen one dissection could not see another one carried out that same year, that also cut down on how many physicians and surgeons got a practical knowledge of anatomy in their university studies. Of course, this was inadequate, but that ruling was in part due to some backlash against the practice that developed during the Crusades of boiling the dead so that only their bones would have to be carried back home for burial. The Church, rightly or wrongly, thought that practice of desecrating a corpse (as it viewed it) for convenience's sake was abusive and therefore tried to restrict it, and the statutes passed as a result ended up spilling over into over-regulation of the disposal of corpses for dissection purposes. So while that over-regulation hampered efforts to learn more about anatomy and teach it to medical students, that seems to have been more of an unintended consequence than a primary goal.

We have extant Roman era surgical tools used for cataract surgery, for trepanning to relieve pressure inside the skull after a head injury, and they seemed to be fairly well versed in treating what we would call sports injuries, and some of that knowledge seems to have continued on into at least the earlier Middle Ages. Plastic surgery was known in at least some crude form; here is a description of a nose reconstruction done from a skin graft taken from the patient's upper arm in 1456:  "And he inserted the remains of the mutilated nose into the skin of the upper arm, and bound them up so tightly the man could not even move his head. After 15-20 days, Branca [Antonio Branca, the younger of a father/son pair of plastic surgeons in that period] little by little cut open the bit of flesh that adhered to the nose and reformed it into nostrils with such skill that the eye could scarcely detect where it had been joined on, and all facial deformity was completely removed. Branca healed many wounds which it seemed that no resource of medical art could cure."

In the 14th Century, Guy de Chauliac describes the use of anesthesia. "Some surgeons prescribe medicaments such as opium, the juice of the morel, hyoscyamus, mandrake [aka mandragora], ivy, hemlock, lettuce, which send the patient to sleep so that the incision may not be felt. A new sponge is soaked in the juice of the above and dried in the sun; before use water is added to the sponge then held under the patient's nose until he goes to sleep."  That all sounds far preferable to just getting drunk and biting down on something to help with the pain! Guy de Chauliac is also one source of our modern knowledge of the forms of plague that swept through Europe in the mid-1300s, having come down with it himself and been one of the lucky survivors.

 So to attempt to drag this little tangent kicking and screaming back to the original discussion topic, in addition to Deryni Healers having some advantages regular physicians, no matter how well trained, would have lacked because of their inability to use magic, how might having Deryni in the population have helped to preserve medical knowledge over the passing centuries, despite various epidemics, periods of persecution, and natural disasters occasionally wiping out at least some of the best trained members of the various health-related professions? I would think even in a world that had dedicated Healing guilds, teaching orders, etc., perhaps by Kelson's day there would be enough of a lesson learned by the near-eradication of trained Healers that from that point on, there would be a concerted effort to preserve such knowledge as they managed to relearn from ever being lost again, no matter what. And that would have the eventual result in a modern-day Deryni society of having more advanced medical knowledge than we have, not just because of the natural advantages having a population of magical Healers would bring to the medical field, but also because they wouldn't have had to "reinvent the wheel" since the formation of the Kelsonian-era schola(s) of the early 1100s! Knowledge would just keep adding onto a foundation of earlier knowledge starting from that point forward, with little if any slippage back to a period of ignorance. (And what makes the Reformation even more maddening to me is that it was a period that prided itself on its superiority to the society that preceded it, even though in some ways it was so clearly not superior, yet that misconception still colors a lot of modern people's ideas of what the "backwards Middle Ages" was like. Modern historians are just now beginning to gain a greater appreciation of the Middle Ages now that we have a greater ability to study its writings and other artifacts directly.
General Information, Question, and/or Ideas / Re: Modern Day impact of Deryni
« Last post by Bynw on September 10, 2018, 07:22:25 am »

We keep coming back to these 3 aspects. Medicine, Crime and Police, and Transport.

Yes these things would be revolutionized in a modern setting with Deryni populations. Healing would expand to be able to heal the things that Deryni in Kelson's time cannot. And surgeries, recovery, everything about a hospital stay would be drastically changed. The need for some drugs just wouldn't exist because the conditions could actually be cured.

Yes with the Deryni detectives. They could Truth-Read or even Truth-Say an individual. But would something like the US 5th Ammendment exist to prevent self criminalization? The right to remain silent can easily be broken with Truth-Saying. Privacy rights would need to be addresses as well with scrying abilities able to peer into your life. And of course pulling out a memory and displaying it to an open court, like what happend with Camber's canonization. Very scary indeed. There would have to be very strong laws and means of course would come into existance to detect the use of Deryni powers in an area.

Crimes could be commited by mind controlled individuals. They could be acquitted of course but then the man hunt would be on for the Deryni who did it. Crimes could also be committed with Telekinesis. Including crimes in a casino. Roll those bones and get that lucky shot and bet at the craps table. There again, a little mind reading can tell you if a card player is bluffing or not. Which brings us back to the need to be able to detect such uses of power.

Transfer Portals are great things. But distance is always a factor. Long distance jumps are dangerous and energy costing. Although I would personally believe in a high Deryni society that public transfer portals would exist. At least one in every major city. You need to go from Detroit to Chicago? There is a public portal in both locations. Learning them is very easy. And POOF you are there. Longer distances are better for more mundane means of travel. And of course cargo is better that way too. We have never seen a Transfer Portal with more than 3 persons, including the operator of the jump. So it is limited. But could be useful as a mine escape of course. But then you might have to have several in the mine as it grows. And that leads to the potential that someone uses it for personal gain, and robs the mine. Could be trapped of course since its a private portal, but non lethal.
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